The Town

[Verse 1]

Back on the block, nigga, chains on the rocks, nigga

Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc, nigga

Back with the Doc, so I just throw up the Mag

Up 2 fingers: they don’t get the ski mask!

This is body bag shit, that open the bag spliff

Coke in your lungs, a muthafuckin monster is what I’ve become

Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar’s stove

Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so..

Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds’ll knock you niggas down

Ben Affleck from The Town. This is my town nigga

King, mayor, all that. Niggas better fall back

Bullets in your ballcap. P-U-S-S-Y: that’s what I call cats

Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back

Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat

Red Album, bitch, everything else all-black

Eyes low, 75 eighths, black Wall hat

Red Album, nigga, everything else all-black

[Hook]

Niggas keep saying that they run this town

They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town

Niggas keep playing when we come around

I run them down, they wanted now

Niggas keep saying that they run this town

They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town

Niggas keep playing I hunt em down

Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds

[Verse 2]

Niggas better break bread and niggas better play dead

I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head

Everything’s straight red: my bitch, my car, the tip of my cigar

My Philly hat, my scarf

Y’all niggas pushing light weight

Ryan Russell niggas falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face

The fucking boosters in danger, ain’t a mic safe

Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, nigga, Mike Jake

4th album, cause I do my shit the right way

And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day

I’mma have a nice bitch sitting in the white 6

Coldest rapper alive: I write with an ice pick

And I’m write sick, meaning that my bars ill

Bout to fuck the world up, nigga, I’m an oil spill

In the foriegn wheel, paint job orange peel, nothin’ like Picasso, bitch

But I draw steel

[Hook]

Niggas keep saying that they run this town

They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town

Niggas keep playing when we come around

I run them down, they wanted now

Niggas keep saying that they run this town

They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town

Niggas keep playing I hunt em down

Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds

[Verse 3]

I ain’t never gave no fuck, why would I start now?

Everytime I get on the track, it’s black hawk down

I declare war, pulling niggas’ cars now

And I ain’t gotta fuck Sarah Palin to lay the law down

Birds: knock em all down

You could push record now

Used to ball like Chris Paul, I’m John Ward now

Still bang Dogg Pound, I don’t like how y’all sound

Gun butt a nigga in the grill, try to floss now

I set the bridge on fire – try to cross now

Still fuck Benzino, I don’t care who run The Source now

I got magazines inside of magazines

Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down

Kill the drums, cause the track is a corpse now

Spread my fingers when I chew [?] from Georgetown

Think it’s a movie than it’s AI Georgetown

But if it ain’t a [?]

I’m busting with the 4 pounds